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VELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK

William Trumbell, a member of the Washburn party, wrote about the fishing cone in his account of the expedition:

Several springs were in solid rock, within a few feet of the lake-shore. Some of them extended far out underneath the lake; with which, however, they had no connection. The lake water was quite cold, and that of these springs exceedingly hot. They were remarkably clear, and the eye could penetrate a hundred feet into their depths, which to the human vision appeared bottomless. A gentleman was fishing from one of the narrow isthmuses, or shelves of rock, which divided one of these hot springs from the lake, when, in swinging a trout ashore, it accidentally got off the hook and fell into the spring. For a moment it darted about with wonderful rapidity, as if seeking an outlet. Then it came to the top, dead, and literally boiled. It died within a minute of the time it fell into the spring
— William Trumbell, 1881.[6]

Its not what you look at that matters, Its what you see. ---- Henry David Thoreau ---- I love to make pictures - to capture the moment. These magical moments give us memories. People tell me always: - you have good eyes - you see things I would never see. A friend once said to me: - think about where this talent comes from, I knew immediately what she meant. I grew up as the fourth child of deaf parents. Even though my parents were deaf - we had a nice childhood, a childhood with love. Although it was a difficult situation, different than my friends families. My siblings and I learned quickly to take on more responsibility, we grew up much faster than other kids. My mother compensated for...